Hero

Broken, shattered, crumbling, Only ruins of my heart remain, Desperation and loss of hope, Knowing I’d never be the same, Pain and suffering of a broken heart, Drowning in a shallow pool, Lost in hatred of those who have hurt me, With no one to save my soul, But then he came, like a shining star, The star which to light my path, He was my hero, my rescuer, Knowing his love could make me last, And I conquered my hate, With his unparalleled devotion, Building our relationship as we went, To the absolute of what we could, But it was not meant to be, For I found a gap between us, Unable to create a solution, I denied what I knew must be done, Not wanting to lose everything, With all heart and soul to cost, To a fall of disastrous pain, That could cause unfathomable damage, That one dark and lonely night, Was haunted by my welcomed call, When we knew it was the end, And what was to be done, Our mood: the same, Wanting, yearning for separation, Needing "you" and "me", not "we", Seeking the one thing to grant that, I didn't cry one shallow tear, Nor think one empty thought, My mind on another, far lower, But, you see, to me, prettier by far, Only then did I cry, within myself, For beauty is only skin deep, Rejected and humiliated, My heart grew weak, So I ran farther down my path, To another who could not say no, Only bringing forth more hate, And hiding the true problem within, Forever my heart yearns for him, With that same kind of despair, When all my hoping proves futile, I wish that I had him here, All I ask is for him to forgive me, For I know second chances won’t come, I’ve lost all of that possibility, And realize that what’s been done has been done. Written December 5th, 1999 © on Nov 03 2001 12:16 AM PST   0 • 1